Today, after two years away, I return to school. It took six months but, Blade finally started receiving enough money from his work and mum's disability payment rose, it was decided that I should 'start being a normal teenager'and go back to school. Wonderful. I get to go back to the bullying, the rude teachers, the homework and worst of all, zero friends, just so I can have a job other than one of those people who works at a shopping center and has Janice the lady who reeks of cat pee and moth balls, come in every two days buying six packets of jumbo tampons.
I go into my closet and pull out the first clothes I see and slip them on. I turn to look at my reflection in the orange rimmed mirror propped up against the wall. I am wearing my black hi tops with white stitching, black skinny jeans, underneath my Grey sweater with yellow print that reads WILD, underneath I wear a white T-shirt with navy blue lines around the arms and the obvious calligraphy directly over where my heart it that read common culture. To top all that off of slip my Oakley sunglasses over my naturally wavy, brown hair that's been tied up into a rough pony tail. Everything about me screams YouTube addict, which is my life in a nutshell.
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I head down the hall way and into the kitchen. On the kitchen bench I see a slice of toast left out for me, which I quickly ignore and instead go for the toaster waffles in the freezer. Eventually giving up on any opportunity of the waffles defrosting before the next ice age, I picked up my galaxy bag, that is in no way helping with my trying not to stand out attempt, and head for the front door. " Blade hurry up! I am not going to be late for school!" I shouted at the top if my lungs. Its not that I was looking forward to going to school. Fuck that, I would rather be watching YouTube all day if it were up to me, but punctuality was something I couldnt ignore. No matter how shitty the circumstances.
The ride to school was unbearable. Not only was I forced to get in my brothers car, which has several bumper stickers that depict different images of grumpy cat, but the radio was Broken and I was forced to actually talk to my brother. And he said there was no way this day could go any worse, it was only 8:40am anyway!
The car ride certainly wasn't the most daunting part. The worst thing I would have to do, would be to walk back through those school gates...
